Colin Sullivan: I can't wait to see you explain this one to a fucking Suffolk County jury you fucking cocksucker. This is gonna be fucking fun!

[Sullivan tries to enter Queenan's office, but Dignam blocks his way] Colin Sullivan: Problem? Dignam: Yeah, I got a problem. I run rat fucks like you, okay? I don't like 'em. Colin Sullivan: The day you wouldn't take a promotion, let me know. And if you'd taken care of this, I wouldn't even be here. Dignam: Fuck yourself, you piece of shit. Colin Sullivan: And I'm gonna need the identity of your undercovers. Dignam: Blow me, all right? But not literally, though. Unfortunately, there's no promotion involved for you. [Dignam leaves] Colin Sullivan: Fucking prick.

Frank Costello: [after talking to Madolyn on the phone] Was that that shrink cunt that answered the phone? Colin Sullivan: Remember I told you that we were gonna... she was gonna move in? Frank Costello: Yeah. Colin Sullivan: She moved in. Frank Costello: You better get organized, quick. Colin Sullivan: Hey, last time I checked, I tipped you off and you're not in jail. Frank Costello: Are you listening to me? Colin Sullivan: Yeah. Frank Costello: Do you like Little Miss Thing suckin' on your cock? Colin Sullivan: [looks at Madolyn] Yes. Yes, I do. Frank Costello: So earn it. I'm getting the feeling we got a cop in my crew. Colin Sullivan: Yeah, I know. I'm kinda getting that feeling too. Frank Costello: He's one of yours. Inside. Have you seen anything? Colin Sullivan: Frank, I got no access to Queenan's undercover files. He and Dignam run the snitches. I'm doing my best... Frank Costello: Your best? What do you think we're in, the fuckin' haberdashery business? Colin Sullivan: Look, Frank, if you don't relax, if you don't relax, I can't relax. All right? Now what I need you to do is you get me information on the people who were with you last night. Your crew. Get me Social Security numbers, get me...

Frank Costello: Get you? Give you? Who the fuck do you work for? What? Colin Sullivan: All right, all right. Frank, Frank, Frank, I'm sorry, Frank. If you could, please. What I need are SS numbers, DOBs, just all the pedigree information so I can run it on my end and we can ID the prick. If you can just get me that information, what I can do is I can just - I - I - we're gonna handle it. I - I - I can handle it. Frank Costello: Colin, calm down, or you'll shoot in your pants. Frank Costello: I'll get you the records and what not. But listen to me, son. Don't disappoint me on this or some other guy will be putting their fat cock up little Miss Freud's ass. Frank Costello: [hangs up]

Ellerby: So do you know why Queenan went into that building? Colin Sullivan: No. Dignam: Well, a better question is why the fuck were your guys following him? Colin Sullivan: I told Internal Investigations to follow Captain Queenan. Dignam: Why? Colin Sullivan: That's Internal Investigations' business. [Dignam hits Colin, starting a fight causing the other officers to intervene] Dignam: Fucking piece of shit! Colin Sullivan: Cocksucker! I don't have to fucking explain anything to anybody! I can fucking investigate anybody I fucking want to! Dignam: [being held back] Let him go, come on. Colin Sullivan: I don't give a fuck what you think! Captain, I've got reason to believe that Queenan got killed by his own fucking undercover. Dignam: That's a fucking lie. Colin Sullivan: [pointing to Dignam] He has fucking information in a locked file, as did Captain Queenan. I need access to those files. Dignam: Hey, I forgot the password, but if you'd like to come down to the garage with me, I'd be happy to give it to you. Colin Sullivan: [pushing towards Dignam] That's a fucking lie. Dignam: [pushing towards Colin] Nobody calls me a liar!

Colin Sullivan: What Freud said about the Irish is: We're the only people who are impervious to psychoanalysis.

Barrigan: [after they lose the rugby match to the firemen and Sullivan stares longingly at the statehouse] What? Look, forget about it. Your old man was a janitor and his son's only a cop. Colin Sullivan: Fucking firefighters are bunch of homos. [they both laugh] Colin Sullivan: They are!

Ellerby: How is your wedding coming along? Colin Sullivan: Great, great; she's a doctor. Ellerby: That's outstanding. Colin Sullivan: Yeah. Ellerby: Marriage is an important part of getting ahead: lets people know you're not a homo; married guy seems more stable; people see the ring, they think at least somebody can stand the son of a bitch; ladies see the ring, they know immediately you must have some cash or your cock must work. [laughs] Colin Sullivan: [laughing] Yeah, it's working... Overtime! Ellerby: I'm glad to hear that. Colin Sullivan: Yeah... Thank you.

[Costello meets with Sullivan in a porno theater, posing as a movie-watcher and suprising him with a black dildo] Colin Sullivan: Frank? What the fuck is wrong with you? Frank Costello: [laughing] See anything you like, Colin? Colin Sullivan: I almost fucking shot you! Frank Costello: You're not indulging in self-abuse, are you? I hope you're not turning into one of them sob sisters who wants to get caught. You're not cracking up, are you? Colin Sullivan: I don't crack up. Frank Costello: Picking a place like this, where any cop can see you. Jesus. Colin Sullivan: If it was such a fucking bad idea, why'd you show up? Frank Costello: [turning to face Sullivan] I own the place. Colin Sullivan: [laughs] Why am I not fucking surprised? Look, I gotta tell you... Frank Costello: You're getting re-assigned. I know. Colin Sullivan: How the fuck do you know that? Frank Costello: Where'd they put you? Colin Sullivan: Hey Frank, I gotta find myself. Frank Costello: You're telling me, sonny boy. Colin Sullivan: I gotta find the guy you got in the department. Frank Costello: With everybody looking up their own ass, and you looking for yourself, I'd put my money on nobody finds nothing. Colin Sullivan: I know, but Frank - look, for me, you gotta lay low. Right now. Frank Costello: Colin, laying low is not what I do. Colin Sullivan: Okay, fucking big daddy Frank. Fucking perfect. But what good am I to you if you don't listen to me?

Colin Sullivan: I can get the rat. You just gotta let me do it my way, Frank. Frank Costello: Okay. [hands Sullivan "Citizens Trust" envelope] Frank Costello: But Colin - I hope I don't have to remind you that if you don't find that cheese-eating rat bastard in your department, most likely it won't be me who suffers for it. Colin Sullivan: Now why would you have to remind me of that? Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't fucking already know that? Frank, you gotta trust me. Alright, just trust me Frank. Hey, it fucking involves lying and I'm pretty fucking good at that. Right? Frank Costello: Maybe because it's always been so easy for me to get cunt, that I never understood jacking off in a theater.

Colin Sullivan: You're an FBI informant? Are you fucking kidding me? Frank Costello: Grow up! [laughing] Frank Costello: Of course I talked to the FBI. Colin Sullivan: Do they know who I am? Frank Costello: I... I never gave up anybody... who wasn't going down anyway. Nobody knows nothin'. Colin Sullivan: Frank... Frank. Do they know about me? Frank Costello: I know about you, Colin. You know I'd never give you up. You're like a... Colin Sullivan: What, like a son? To you? Is that what this is about? All that murderin'... and fuckin'... and no sons? [They shoot at each other]

Billy Costigan: [coming from behind the wall to surprise Sullivan] Freeze! Colin Sullivan: Whoa! Put the fucking gun down! Billy Costigan: Put your fucking hands up! Colin Sullivan: Alright, alright. I can get you your money! Billy Costigan: What did you say? Colin Sullivan: I said I can get you your... Billy Costigan: [punches Sullivan across the face] You didn't come here to talk, you came here to get arrested. [Slaps cuffs on him] Colin Sullivan: You have fucking tapes of what? Costello was my informant. I was a rat? Fuck you, prove it. Billy Costigan: [standing Sullivan up] Get up! Colin Sullivan: What is this? A citzens arrest? Blow me. Only one of us is a cop here Bill. Did you hear me Bill? No one knows who you fucking are! Billy Costigan: Will you shut the fuck up! Colin Sullivan: I'm a sargeant in the Massachusetts State Police, who the fuck are you? I erased you! Billy Costigan: [slams Sullivan against a wall] You erased me, huh? Colin Sullivan: Yea... shoot a cop, Einstein, watch what happens. Billy Costigan: What would happen is this bullet would go right through your fucking head! Colin Sullivan: Watch what happens! Billy Costigan: What? So you can get the parade? The bagpipes and bullshit? Fuck you! Fuck you! I'm fucking arresting you! Colin Sullivan: That's the stupidest thing you could do. Billy Costigan: [while hitting him] Shut the fuck up! [Sullivan falls to the ground] Billy Costigan: I could give a fuck if the charges don't stick... I'm still fucking arresting you. Colin Sullivan: [dazed] Shit.

Colin Sullivan: You got a nice suit at home or do you like coming to work everyday dressed like you're goin' to invade Poland?

Colin Sullivan: Yeah, shoot a cop, Einstein. Watch what happens. Billy Costigan: What would happen is this bullet would go right through your fucking head!

Colin Sullivan: Hey, now why do you work for the state? Madolyn: Why not? You do. Colin Sullivan: No, what you do, the degrees and everything you got, you're hot shit. So why do you make as much as a guidance counselor? Madolyn: Because... I believe in public service. Colin Sullivan: [pause] So now you're gonna fuck with me? [starts laughing] Colin Sullivan: Now you're gonna be ridiculous?

Brown: Put down the gun and step away from Sergeant Sullivan! Billy Costigan: Look, I called you. You specifically. You know who I am. I'm not gonna shoot. I told you to meet me downstairs. Colin Sullivan: Help me. Brown: PUT THE WEAPON ON THE DECK AND STEP AWAY FROM SERGEANT SULLIVAN! Colin Sullivan: Shoot the fuckin' prick already! Billy Costigan: Where's Dignam? I told you to bring Dignam! Colin Sullivan: Shoot the motherfucker! Brown: Put the weapon on the ground and we'll discuss it. Colin Sullivan: SHOOT THE MOTHERFUCKER! Billy Costigan: Look, I got boxes of tapes, evidence, all of that! I got proof! He's Costello's rat! Brown: Maybe you do. But right now I need you to put the weapon on the deck and step away from Sergeant Sullivan!

Frank Costello: There is no need to remind you that if you don't find that cheese eating rat bastard in your department... it won't be me who suffers for it. Colin Sullivan: What I be any good at my job if I didn't fucking already know that? Frank Costello: Just get him and smoke him the fuck out. Colin Sullivan: I'll get the rat... you just gotta let me do it my way, Frank.

Colin Sullivan: I think you better call your mother, and tell her you won't be home for supper. Colin Sullivan: Look it, fuck-stick, you don't have to trust me. Just listen to what I am saying to you.

Colin Sullivan: Fuck you, fuckin' queers. Firemen gettin' pussy for the first time in the history of fire or pussy. Hey go save a kitten in a tree, you fucking homos.

Madolyn: [about an odd-looking dessert] I'm waiting for you to make your move. Colin Sullivan: I don't know, if that thing moves I'm gonna shoot it.

Colin Sullivan: [after Dignam has refused to turn over undercover files] I need those passwords. Ellerby: [smooths down Sullivan's shirt and coat] No, you *want* those passwords.

Colin Sullivan: [Colin and Barrigan stand at Mrs. Kennefick's door trying to question her about her son's murder] Now Mrs. Kennefick, I knew your son. I knew Miles. Now he was a little younger than me but he was behind me in school. I wanna get these people who did this to him. Would you like to help us? You wanna help us catch the people who forced your son to do a robbery and then killed him? Mrs. Kennefick: Allegedly. Colin Sullivan: ..."Allegedly". Mrs. Kennefick: If he was killed, he probably did something wrong. Colin Sullivan: [sarcastically] But not the robbery. That's not wrong. He do something else wrong? Frank Costello: [Mrs. Kennefick then sees a car pulling up with French driving and Frank and Gwen sitting in the backseat looking at her; Frank says to Gwen] Wave to your girlfriend, honey. [Gwen waves] Mrs. Kennefick: [suddenly terrified, turns to Sullivan angrily] I mean, fuck yourself! [slams the door on them] Colin Sullivan: Did you get that? Barrigan: "Allegedly" or "fuck yourself"? Colin Sullivan: Welcome to the neighborhood.